It haunts me, that picture of the quaint, mysterious old piper piping through Hamelin's narrow streets, and the children following with dancing feet and thoughtful, eager faces.

那画面始终萦绕着我：古怪而神秘的老吹笛人吹着笛子，穿过哈梅林狭窄的街道；孩子们踏着舞步跟随，脸上满是沉思与渴望。